I wonder what it feels like to actually be enough for someone
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I wonder what it feels like to actually be enough for someone
in case it hasn’t been clear, this blog is firmly and unwaveringly pro-choice.
Eve’s not beige then? She’s a rainbow in beige boots.
In the darkest hour, laying there thinking of how you wouldn’t hurt me the way they do. How vile words wouldn’t come out of your mouth the way words come out of their mouth and hurt me. I keep asking myself how much longer I should stay when every time they say something that triggers my past it chips a part of me away. I know I’m strong enough to leave but leaving means going back to a worse poison. There’s a battle in my head. I’m battling myself. It’s ripping me apart and I don’t know what to do. The answer is no longer clear and it’s all getting blurry. Should I stay or should I go? I don’t know anymore.
— Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
[text ID: If you're happy in a dream, does that count?]
Anonymously message me (1) thing you want to know about me.
And the truth is, I have a habit of trying to fix things beyond repair because I simply cannot accept the fact that they’ve run their course. I’m terrified of coming to terms with the idea that some things in life are just temporary and we’re left with no choice but to move on.
- why i tried to fix us, cece (melancholicwritings)
Anti-Polyam attitudes that center around “It’s just cheating, but the other person knows about it” SO clearly come from people who have no understanding of why cheating is bad.
Cheating isn’t bad because you had sex with someone else. Cheating is bad because you violated the terms of your relationship. Cheating is bad because you violated your partner’s trust. That’s why things other than sex can be cheating- it’s why there’s emotional cheating.
Cheating is bad because it is violating your partner’s trust. It is bad because you and your partner(s) decided on something, trusted one another, and you said “fuck them and their trust”. THAT is why it is bad.
Polyamory is not cheating. In polyamory, everyone knows about everything and everyone. Everyone consents. There is communication. If not everyone is aware and consents, then it’s fucking cheating. There’s a damn difference.
There’s also the “Polyamory is bad because you’re having sex with someone who isn’t your one true love” which… I could go on all day about how fucking stupid that is, but same principle.
In honor of Pride month- stop shitting on polyamory and polyam people. And stop telling us that we’re all cheaters, because if you say that, you’re coming from a place of totally misunderstanding why cheating is bad. And, spoilers, cheating isn’t bad because of the sex.
And the truth is, I have a habit of trying to fix things beyond repair because I simply cannot accept the fact that they’ve run their course. I’m terrified of coming to terms with the idea that some things in life are just temporary and we’re left with no choice but to move on.
- why i tried to fix us, cece (melancholicwritings)
idk who needs to hear this but “depressing quotes” blogs and stuff like this may express how you’re feeling but seeing a constant stream of negativity and romanticised sadness is only going to make you feel worse. Even if you only unfollow one blog and follow a puppy blog instead, you’ll feel a little better
There is a fine line between acknowledging and accepting your feelings, and dwelling and living in them.
my clothes: *has a bunch of words and shit about how youre supposed to wash em right on the tag*
me: .. youre fabric go in the robot sink
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C’MON GUYS
Clear your mind here